After hundreds of years of teaching, Gram never thought he'd be back in the student's seat. Weirder still, his new teacher was someone centuries younger than he was. But the unsavoury taste was something he had to swallow, all in the name of pushing his cultivation forward. It wasn't the first time a mage was forced to do something embarrassing for the same reason.
Going into his first lesson, Gram was quite confident. He was knowledgeable, he had lived for a very long time, how hard could it be to learn a new script - something even a child could learn in a few months?
Well, that was his attitude until Kano brought out a series of odd tools and knick-knacks.
"Is this... clay?" Gram asked as he pressed his finger into a lump of greyish-brown substance.
"Yeah!" Kano responded with an enthusiastic nod.
"And why is there chalk here? Are you going to teach me to draw formations?" Gram questioned.
